Novel & Cerita Spanking Story

I have no idea how long he went before he stopped but he wasn’t done with me. Instead he forced my legs apart and started touching me, whispering about how old does a pup have to be to get a hard on. I squirmed even more, trying to get away. The first time he just said something, the second time he squeezed me, the third time was another spanking."

*Spanking. "Is there anything you don't agree to?" He asks, I didn't like the spanking one, dad spanked me growing up, he did until two months before I came to school. He called me a big baby after throwing a tantrum over going out, I wasn't allowed to do much, since my dragon was showing through my eyes. I just shake my head no, I knew there was no getting out of this, it's the only common punishment between submissives, everyone gets spanked, even dad now that I think about it, Karma.

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

His right leg trapped both of hers and his left arm held her in place, 'You already know why I am spanking you Katya so now I want you to count each one out loud. His hand came down on her ass in a strong steady rhythm, never hitting the same place twice and turning it a deep shade of pink, when she got to twenty he stopped and stroked her burning cheeks, 'You have the most delectable ass little Wolf, it is perfect for spanking and you must enjoy it to or you would learn to behave.' She whimpered as he began

He spanks me the first time brutally and harshly, which causes me to almost fall as I clench my fists in pain on the floor, He spanked me the second time, the third, the fourth, the fifth till I eventually lost count. I hold in pain, and I can tell him it's a complete pleasure. I dare not complain as I feel tears drip down from my eyes towards my cheeks and chin as I remember the activities that happened in my life. I had never gotten a chance to be myself as all I do is run and run ever since the debt issue started, and this time henceforth, I would love my life the way I want it without any complaints or fear of any sort.

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

He then said, "You've been a naughty boy tonight and you know what naughty boys get, don't you?" With that, he gave me a quick slap on the ass with his large hand as the other pressed on my lower back holding me in place. I cried out, mostly in shock as I clenched my ass cheeks together. When I relaxed, he struck me again and again on my bare ass. Here I was, a middle-aged man, bent over another man's knees; my ass getting spanked but it felt wonderful being dominated by this big man. Paul held me across his lap while he spanked me 25-30 times. My ass must have been red from being disciplined before he finally let me up. I rubbed my ass trying to get rid of the pain from the spanking I just

13 - All for Daddy Chelsea My pussy throbbed at his words. “Bunny,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. I had read about spanking in romance books and they made me squirm with arousal. I always wanted to try it but never got the chance. Until now. Getting spanked by a man who was twice my age should have made alarm bells ring in my head, but instead, I was getting hornier. Because I knew he would stop if I wanted to.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

"She hesitated. We can't have that. You'll have to be punished." "Yes," Grandmother hissed. "Punish the little skank! She needs to clean our son's dick right away!" CRACK! I squealed around Daddy's cock. My eyes widened at the burning pain that burned across my rump from Daddy's spank. My his wiggled, my pussy getting so wet. Juices dripped through my bush to run down my thighs. CRACK "You will be a good sex slave!" Mother hissed as Grandfather spanked me again.